MasukShe sat. Because she didn't have a choice.Dinner was already served. Something that smelled good. She didn't care what it was.They ate in silence for a few minutes.Then Alaric spoke."How was your day?"The question was so normal. So domestic. Like they were a real family having a real conversation."I worked," she said flatly. "As ordered. Reviewed seventeen items. Wrote a report. Fulfilled my contractual obligations.""Aiden said you did excellent work.""I'm very good at doing what I'm told. You trained me well."Archer made a sound. Might have been a laugh. Might have been something else."You're angry," Alaric observed."Very observant.""You're angry because we won't answer your questions.""Yes.""That's understandable." He took a sip of wine. "But ultimately irrelevant. You'll get your answers when we're ready to give them. Not before.""And when will that be?""When we decide you're ready." Alaric set his glass down. "In the meantime, you'll continue working. Continue livi
"Yes." He didn't deny it. "That's exactly what we do. Because you're not ready for the answers yet. And we're not ready to give them.""When will I be ready?""When we decide you are.""That's not fair....""No. It's not." He closed his laptop. Looked at her directly. "But fair stopped being relevant the moment you signed that contract. Now. Are you going to review those seventeen items? Or are we going to have a conversation about contract penalties?"She wanted to throw the coffee cup at him. Wanted to scream. Wanted to walk out.But she couldn't walk out. Couldn't refuse. Couldn't do anything except what they told her to do.Because she'd signed away that right."I'll review the items," she said. Her voice was hollow."Good." He stood up. "I'll be in my office. Bring me your preliminary assessment by noon. We'll discuss implementation after lunch."Then he left.She sat alone at the table with her coffee and her phone and seventeen tasks she didn't care about.The question still bu
She lay back down. Tried to chase the thought.Couldn't catch it.Whatever it was, it was gone."Okay," she said quietly.Archer smiled. Pulled her against his chest."Sleep more if you can. Tomorrow's a new day."She closed her eyes.The question nagged at her. Somewhere in the back of her mind. Important. Urgent.But she was too tired to chase it.Too exhausted to fight.She fell back asleep in his arms.***Archer's POVHe waited until her breathing evened out. Until she was completely asleep.Then he pulled out his phone.Archer: Problem solved.Alaric: She stopped asking?Archer: She forgot the question entirely.Aiden: How?Archer: The usual way. Thoroughly. Multiple times. She's too exhausted to remember what she was upset about.Alaric: And when she remembers tomorrow?Archer: Then I'll fuck her and make her forget again. As many times as necessary.Aiden: That's not sustainable.Archer: It doesn't have to be sustainable. It just has to work until we're ready to tell her the t
Archer's POVArcher stood outside the bathroom door listening to the shower run.Behind that door, Melina was processing. Thinking. Connecting dots she wasn't supposed to connect yet.Mate.One word. Slipped out in a moment of weakness. And now she wouldn't let it go.He could feel it. Could feel her mind working even through the closed door. She was too smart. Too observant. She'd push and push until she got answers.Unless he made her forget the question entirely.Alaric's words echoed in his head. You're creative. Figure it out.Archer smiled slightly.He was very good at making people forget things. Particularly when those things involved questions he didn't want to answer.He pulled the key from the drawer. Master key to his own bathroom. Of course he had one.Unlocked the door quietly.The shower was running. Steam filled the room. He could see her silhouette through the frosted glass. Standing under the spray. Head down. Thinking.He stripped efficiently. Shirt. Pants. Everythi
"He wasn't lying.""Yes he was...""He cares about you. Genuinely cares. That wasn't a lie." Archer kept brushing. Steady. Rhythmic. "He just also had an agenda. Both things can be true at once.""I don't understand how you can separate those things. How you can care about someone and manipulate them at the same time.""Because caring about someone doesn't mean letting them hurt themselves. Sometimes it means making hard choices for them. Choices they can't make for themselves.""I didn't need you to make choices for me.""Yes you did." He set the brush down. Turned to face her. "You were three days from attempting to steal from us. Three days from getting caught by security. Three days from being arrested or worse. We saved you from that.""By trapping me instead.""By giving you another option." He touched her face gently. "Your mother is alive because of us. Healthy. Cured. You couldn't have done that alone.""I could have tried....""And you would have failed. And your mother woul
Aiden's POVAiden had set the table in Alaric's private dining room.Not the formal one. The small intimate one attached to his quarters.Three places. One for each of them. And one for her.She was going to hate this.The door opened. Alaric came in first. Then Melina.She stopped when she saw Aiden. Then saw Archer already sitting at the table."No," she said immediately. "Absolutely not.""Sit down," Alaric said behind her."I'm not having breakfast with you. With any of you.""Yes you are." Alaric guided her to the chair. Not roughly. Just firmly. "Sit."She sat. Because she didn't have a choice.Aiden brought the food. Eggs. Toast. Fruit. Coffee.Set a plate in front of her.She didn't touch it."Eat," Alaric said quietly."I'm not hungry.""Eat anyway.""You can't force me to eat.""Yes I can." Alaric picked up her fork. Put it in her hand. "Eat. Or I'll feed you myself."She looked at him. Saw he meant it.Picked up a piece of toast. Took a small bite. Chewed mechanically.Aide
Melina's POVShe woke up sore.Not the kind of sore that came from overwork or a long shift. The specific kind that came from being taken hard on a cold floor by someone who knew exactly what they were doing and didn't ask permission first.Her thighs. Her hips where his hands had gripped. The tend
Archer's PovHe woke up on his own bed with his shirt half off and his hands still remembering the shape of her.The east corridor guest room floor was cold. He'd pulled her close afterward but she'd gone somewhere else in her head within minutes. He'd felt it happen....that specific shift where he
POV: MelinaShe turned around.She didn't plan it. One moment her back was against his chest and his mouth was at her neck and the next she was turning in his lap to face him and his hands were on her waist and they were looking at each other in the quiet of the empty room.He looked at her like he
POV: MelinaThe delegation was gone by four.Three cars pulling out through the main gates, the Veldthorn representative's driver going first, the fey emissary last, and then the estate exhaled in that specific way it did when something demanding had finally ended and everyone could stop performing







